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Many thanks Glen, but I am having terrible doubts I have been had bigtime.
pass me the sickbucket :puke:
flatcapgamble…him above :look: – the best detective in the land BY ALL ACCOUNTS – once read the complete Hitler diaries dressed up in a large kipper suit
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Gamble et al, what exactly are you on? I only want to know so that I can steer clear of it.
A point of information: the mother of my children is not Welsh at all, unless some peregrinating Valley boy washed up on the shores of South China many generations ago (see how infectious your style is Gamble?) and had his way with a local damsel.
I am a little disturbed to realise that she shares a birthday with the President of Iraq now in custody – although to the best of my knowledge shares few, if any, of his characteristics. I would, however, be most grateful if you, Gamble, Glenn or Turtle (or even sane forumites, should any so wish) would care to comment on this coincidence. Is it, for example, enough to silence finally the fools who set store by astrology?
As a newcomer, may I ask whether this thread is an attempt at some sort of record. I mean, how many pages is it allowed before the Archcreepo finally puts it out of its misery?
And finally, you are quite correct in your belief that Prufrock is a tramp. I placed a counterfeit Turkish lira in the poor fellow’s tin cup only yesterday.:cool:
Death is cruel but in reality truth itself can be far crueller.
Oh black sea of adversity take me to the bottom and pin me there with a shark hook as big and bent as you like :angry:
Yes folks that is the real Haigh above me flashing his sword and holding up a poor detective’s scalp – split from ear to ear and butchered without mercy – a detective who has laboured for four long years on this and other boards to try to bring order where there was chaos, sanity where lunacy reigned, and in the process hoped he has stretched just a few laughter lines.
Zorro played the three lady trick but with one card. He will post on your paper until he is seventy five, he is that cunning. I will not remove for scrutiny the black secrets behind his mask, or even detail the dark outline of his deviousness, rather I would salute the devil, and why you ask ? Because I am a simple man, a reporter of facts who always uses the front door.
Zorro has ridden in here on a mission, a painfully successful one at that – at least Shane thinks so. The beefy face has beaten the thinner rival. HATS OFF TO THE COWBOY !
<br>flatcapgamble..fish and chips tonight boss ?<br>
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This sort of theatre my reputaion can well do without. Turtle I blame not you ;)  but the man of illusion Zorro.
ROMAN HORROR
 The two titans exited their steel cages and ranged with slow advancing step thick sweating torsos within sword breadth. Large muscles flexed gripping weaponry and eyes stalked fearlessly. No scabbard slapped leg in the collisseum and mice women whimpered as the giants stood their ground then withdrew heavy steel and lurched forward – to clash together for each others blood in terrifying death combat.
The odds flashed up
 Beefy with lady sword         10/11<br>  Salmon with standard issue     evens
<br>flatcapgamble…gamble got it half right and used similar tactics to Zorro to trap Marshall. A small rick is no waterloo. A final posting and then I am orf for a bath and later a board break.. I can hear the distant drums f’nando <br>     ÂÂÂ
" Paul’s old lady actually "
Pretty easy to spot when you consider it in vacuo.
I will not divulge exactly why I was inclined to fall for it, but the word grooming is a clue.
Zorro himself though is completely genuine.<br> Turtle wears a shell suit and is the canny one
FIN for me :santa:
Zorro,<br>      Are you asking me to remove something published due to its inacurate statements, surely not?
Although I do appologise abjectly in a half arsed manner – you know what I mean ;)
Normality was left on the doorstep when the question Is Zorro married to a Turtle? arose in my mind. Normality was the like the one that wasn’t carried – the final answer didn’t add up. Turtle married to Zorro? I believed it too and my excuse is being in a daze from the postings on this thread. The effects of reading the words written here are perhaps similar to playing dizzy dragon’s…was that its name? The game where you put your arms out, spin around, stop and try to stand still. Slight to severe nausea, maybe actual vomiting, and a strong desire to do it again. ÂÂÂ
I agree with Ian, this was Gamble at his best. Gamble’s work ought to be forwarded to BBC4 where an in-depth analytical documentry could follow.
Gamble has created a new form of escapism.
Not at all, Daylight. No-one could find much to object to in the remarks on this thread as not even a crack team of psychiatrists and crossword puzzle champions working day and night in loincloths could hope to understand them. <br>We could try reopening Bletchley Park I suppose, but I doubt it would do much good.<br>As a complete ingenu who didn’t even know how the star system worked (do you get extra stars for long posts, by the way?) I was simply wondering how long threads were allowed to last. If Gamble is allowed his wicked way this one may well outstay The Mousetrap.:cool:
Rob more likely to see Noddy reading the news in thick glasses than spot a C4 van outside the asylum. Ian’s dry humour brought us to this highly energized plateau, and the greyish weather here in london and a feeling of sublime sanity encourage me to put a final cap on this thread, and voice concluding opinion over Zorro, who swords and weaves intracately above me, and talks of stars and traps.
:santa: I bring you gifts; mirrors, masks and masks and mirrors.
MIRRORS…Jack turns at the bottom of the stairs passing through the palatial lobby of the Overlook hotel and pushes two glassed doors ajar which open on to a large expanse of white carpet, poorly lit, and a bar.
 Fluorescent lights built into recessed glass shelves hit large mirrors and reflect a dim ghostly glow onto three men who have slipped the blinding snowstorm that rages on the other side of thick grey stone, from their minds.
Jack…Hi Lloyd a little slow in here tonight isn’t it ? a belly laugh and flash of teeth
Lloyd.."Yes it is Mr Torrance, what’ll it be ?
Jack…" Here’s what Lloyd,<br> slip me a bottle of bourbon<br>a little glass and some ice.
You can do that can’t you Lloyd ? <br>….You’re not busy are ya ?
Lloyd.."No Sir, not busy at all, apart from you two writing gentlemen."
Jack feels the grip of an extremely large hand on his shoulder and a cold steel implement at his neck.
" You can call me bully "
… a loud beefy laugh is heard<br>
(Edited by gamble at 2:04 pm on April 30, 2004)
Zorro,
Threads usually run their course until members stop posting and they just disappear of the front page, eventually they get removed to create space. Unless the said topic makes it into the ‘archive’ section.
The only time they end prematurely is when it turns into a childish slanging match which is rare these days.
Quote: from Daylight on 11:04 am on April 30, 2004[br]Zorro,
The only time they end prematurely is when it turns into a childish slanging match which is rare these days.<br>
I think it might still be arranged though, if only for humane reasons.<br>Who’ll go first?
Turtle :soccer:, I believe Meshaheer is <br>Clarice Starling and secretly loves<br>a bleating lamb roasted down to its chops.
<br>flatcapgamble… I am just a dog but Zorro’s mention of psychiatrists in loin cloths, seems to have taken the stain out of gamble’s underpants, and is a secret worry.
Daylight :soccer:
I believe Robbgomm is an acned student, frittering lecture time on the internet, while simultaneously risking taxpayers’ money on slow horses in a most reprehensible fashion.
( :sing: Daylight.<br>Da–aa-ay-ay light.<br>Daylight come and send us all home…)
<br>((I know that’s been done already, but some of us are new here.))<br>
<br>Acned? Student? Frittering? Whilst I do have a few spots I would hardly call it ance. I burst them before they get out of control. As for being a student, that is a cruel allegation that is not strictly true (although it will be in about a week). As for frittering, well, yes, I do fritter a bit.
You will not get away with you partially true allegations Turtle. I am tempted to turn you upside down on a sunny day but that kind of action is rather cruel. So instead I’ll just call you big nose. Big nose.
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